Soap in the butter dish.
Hello earth.
Do we need a band built for the Data Age? I think so. Fast as the internet. Pop up songs and other forced parallels. I will be talkin fast over the 24 beat, can you keep up and be machine or fall back with those Simpsons fans in the rusty cages at the zoo? What do you mean, you haven't got fMail?
Otherwise, I bade (bid but in the past) for this on electronic bay (this idea explains something about my upbringing):
Oh but I didn't, joke - you became the subject, bet you feel plenty dence eh, good it means less than onezerooneone innit? I simply created this calendar to remind me of severe essay ticktock limitations on yours dually. And for the best thing, read further, I took the photo to look like an eBay...what? The idiot told you? Already? I'll get my revenge, waste no fuel in showing concern over this unresolved matter of justice my honest associate. I will piss in the toilet just before he goes in, so to speak.
Interpersona antics aside, I've been jumping and word cutting over songs that bring me joy in their original forms and shall continue well into the later time periods of the first and then into the earlier ones of the second. Yes I love my senses more than my diary.
PS: I hope that you are happy, whoever you are, and when I re-read this I will remember writing it and hope that I am happy too.
Infinite contradiction and masking tape,
Josh
Do we need a band built for the Data Age? I think so. Fast as the internet. Pop up songs and other forced parallels. I will be talkin fast over the 24 beat, can you keep up and be machine or fall back with those Simpsons fans in the rusty cages at the zoo? What do you mean, you haven't got fMail?
Otherwise, I bade (bid but in the past) for this on electronic bay (this idea explains something about my upbringing):
Oh but I didn't, joke - you became the subject, bet you feel plenty dence eh, good it means less than onezerooneone innit? I simply created this calendar to remind me of severe essay ticktock limitations on yours dually. And for the best thing, read further, I took the photo to look like an eBay...what? The idiot told you? Already? I'll get my revenge, waste no fuel in showing concern over this unresolved matter of justice my honest associate. I will piss in the toilet just before he goes in, so to speak.
Interpersona antics aside, I've been jumping and word cutting over songs that bring me joy in their original forms and shall continue well into the later time periods of the first and then into the earlier ones of the second. Yes I love my senses more than my diary.
PS: I hope that you are happy, whoever you are, and when I re-read this I will remember writing it and hope that I am happy too.
Infinite contradiction and masking tape,
Josh
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